Bailey, Made 8-20-18
Back in my birthplace, though it has no dazzle
Jays still fly gracefully by its castle
By the olden hill it stands
As the mill in the hinterlands
Is turning in the wind
Like a tough rhino's skin
Earthen fortress, tough front wall
Yield? Never! I am a barrier tall
Copyright © Brahn Bailey | Year Posted 2018
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